subhashree m

India

That Morning View

April 4, 2019

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My soul elevated seeking solace
When I got myself to that place
It was the very early morning
And everything was not green

Unhurried golden sun there in the East
Getting up tearing the silence into pieced
Black dark sky painted into blue
Here lands the dawn,nature receives the clue

Green brown leaves of the long short trees
Whispered with the cool crispy breeze
Steadily the silent laying river
Started rising from the slumber

Birds from the silently stood hills
Tweeted their melody in goodwills
Soon I found myself in the day sight
The nature smiling with the sun bright
 

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